“The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.” – John Milton

“Dude! I have cleavage!!”
– Karine when realizing the bonuses of V-neck shirts.
“My cleavage is cold!”
– Karine when realizing the downfalls of V-neck shirts.

“My heart is in my hand
And my hand is pierced
And my hand is in the bag
And the bag is shut
And my heart is caught.”
– Poison (1991)

“Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one’s best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel. And so when we speak about my sexuality or my gender, as we do (and as we must), we mean something complicated by it. Neither of these is precisely a possession, but both are to be understood as modes of being dispossessed, ways of being for another, or, indeed, by virtue of another.” – Judith Butler